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I Feel Badly (2000)

by Man Without Plan

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1.
I don't want to kill you, but I wouldn't mind if you died with rain and colored lights the streets are alive be lame, shoot yourself in the face tonight I am not concerned
2.
Lone Cyclone 01:56
your brain and teeth will rot right out of your head and you'll be left with nothing to think or say doesn't it hurt your back to sleep in a bed doesn't it hurt your neck to stand up so fucking straight I know you'd love to see my head on a stake in the yard I know you'd love to see me dead oh my fucking god
3.
and it never snows anymore, but the days get shorter anyway and my eyes dry up and I can't see and even the moon at perigee isn't enough to bring you closer to me and everyone knows I'm evil but you think I'm good and I feel like I got shot out of a cannon last night keep your troubles inside don't let them get in the way of anyone else's good time have you ever seen despair? have you ever seen a less disparate pair? this time I wasn't there, but did you really care? do you ever really care?
4.
sometimes I look at that and pretend it's mine sometimes I do it all the time these headaches have just multiplied I get so tired of grinding my fists into my eyes guitar strap is twisted, the speakers are blown I've got on my sneakers, I'm ready to go my own hands look strange in these nightmare days I'll take my meals in my room isn't it about time you said, "isn't it about time you did something stupid?" I wish you would
5.
all my ideas have been had play it cool, but I only laugh when I'm not supposed to play it cool, but these words don't last, they go stale
6.
I gave you a day, and you took a month we discussed with disgust and we can't front/confront hands shading my eyes, I searched all across the land and all the time you were right in the palm of my hand you and them and me and the L.I.E. I was listening closely, but you were talking through the best part and I thought all the salt had killed my heart have fun? I always do you reopened my eyes, and I thank you for that but still I hope you get screwed over and I hope you get fat
7.
in the same breath as death is life and day is night, and kiss is bite underneath the nervous, shifty eyes are dirty, itchy minds with lights on and drawn blinds innocent rapport incident rapport I'll see you tomorrow, I hope keep your complaints compliant with your self-reliance keep your consent consistent with your inner suspicions
8.
Qwertyuiop 01:54
life's too short not to label your tapes I think it's the only thing separating us from the apes I learned the words but don't like the taste I saw the fireworks over Long Island Sound and I recalled all the shapes (bad idea) my first clue was the bones coming out the keyhole of the closet door I was either just going to bed, or just waking up, I'm never sure I need to exercise my demons I need to see the rain in belts and sheets I need to see the smoke in clouds and streams
9.
arguing after the fact testing our heights back to back I hope that light in the night isn't oncoming traffic or we'll find out what dragged in the cat that point of view is now a part of you
10.
alienate your peers alleviate your fears try and tell them "best of luck" but all that comes out is "kill die fuck" you know you've never felt good before enamored with an armored car you want to get out but there's nowhere to park you know you're always on the shut side of the door drop what you're holding and crouch by the bed and try to apologize for all the fucked-up things you said and did imagine cool hands on your skin like needles and pins you're haggard, staggering dilated, more pupil than eyelid in the winter, make gloves of sleeves a little more four walls, please lungs on fire, terrified shut off the feelings, sanitize keep it simple, sterile, dry speak my name and cloud the sky
11.
no one came to see off the sinking ship what ifs like spit through my lips devil in a blue pen toxic introspection see you at the divorce, see you at the funeral you and I are synonymic anagrams like "notes" and "tones" same letters and meaning, but inside out we both know
12.
somehow you always manage to know best I would grab you, but there's a flag planted in your chest what do you want to do more than anything else? I can no longer do it to myself I'm dressed tall and black, a man to conceal my lack of spine and I guess I should be happy, I guess I'm supposed to laugh if something were wrong, you know who I would tell so what the fuck am I supposed to do now? another invitation will kill me dead but still I extend my hand and allow myself to be led so I'm holding my own hand now but it only works upside down I saw the dull yellow lights of the olde fade from the ridge of the new the pale morning wind chilled my bones through turned my eyes blue, turned the sky blue
13.
you were in my way, so I caught your chin with a mic stand buried your car keys in the sand no one will hamper my plans I crushed the pedal and I ran all the lights just to get here never gave a thought to if I really cared what the destination was what am I gonna do when there's nothing left except the ringing in my ears when there's nothing left except the stains from empty years allow me to speak a cliche that I made up today: don't think twice; think once. get it right. I wish I listened to myself sometimes
14.
black eyes, black ice same program both sides take a look at me, observing obsolete emotions shouldn't there be an angel on one of these shoulders? like kissing an ashtray it's eternally National Flake Day I know you can feel the locked doors on life gin and Taconic work nicely I swear I'll quit smoking on New Year's I apologize, but this was all I had planned heads wiped clean like a rag passed through both ears RSTLNE

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Recorded/Mixed in Spring and Winter 1999 by Arik Victor and Mike Bardzik at the Creep House.

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released March 1, 2000

Barclay: vocals/gtrs
Christopher Skowronski: bass/vocals
Patrick Amuso: drums
Jared Shavelson: drums

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We slash the piece pop band from New York City. We have insect bites, have been attacked by demons, as greedy play was furious. If we are set on fire, at least we had conquered the day; please destroy the world. ... more

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